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"What do you mean a band aid?" She shifted around and started talking to him. She found out that his name, which was Cody Giles. How old he was (18) and where he was going, which was to Seattle Washington. He was going to college in Canada, and Seattle was his hometown.

"Hmm, never mind" he replied back to her

"So, drummer girl, are you single?" He had a booming voice. Testosterone filled, for sure

Quinn started twisting her hair into a coil. "No. Craig. I mean, Craig is my boyfriend. I love him. He loves me. I just hope this long distance thing works out…"

"Hmm, that's what they all say…" he had this sly grin that gave Quinn some weird vibes.

"So, why did you want to go to college all the way in Toronto?" she said with a sigh.

"Well, actually, Toronto has always been one of my interests, actually. I love the fresh air, the bands, and especially the Independent film festival"

"Toronto is nice. I miss it already"

"Oh yeah. And the chicks. Like you"

"You don't even know me"

A little voice in the back of her head kept going on. "You know what happened last time…"

"That's true. But I can already tell by your personality that you have a loving soul and a beautiful personality"

"Yup and that's what Craig says too"

That wasn't true. Well, sort of. Craig was Craig. And she loved him that way.

"If you're hitting on me, don't even think about it…" he said...

"Me? Hitting on you? Please" she said in sarcastic tone.

"Yeah, well, I'm sort of seeing someone"

"Really. Me too"

She figured that he was just making this all up. Which, she didn't know it, but he was.

"Well, I have an English project do, before I get home so…"

Cody took something out of his bag and started writing

"Yeah…"

Quinn dug into her bag and took out her CD player. The first song that came on was "Hands down" by Dashboard Confessional.

She turned it up so loud so she couldn't hear herself think. The plane was well up into the sky. It was beautiful. In a strange way, Quinn could see herself with Craig, frolicking in the clouds. Maybe it was some strange day dream, but she didn't feel alone anymore. Craig was her 'one' and somehow she knew that. She could picture herself getting married to him, having children with him, and growing old with him. It didn't matter about statistics, their relationship could survive. Maybe living with her dad was going to be a life changing experience. She could go anywhere she wanted and didn't have to be back at a specific time. That didn't matter. Craig mattered, and she knew that. Quinn drifted off in web, tangled in her thoughts.

Back in Toronto…

"Craig, so she's gone…what are you going to do man?"

"I don't know"

Craig was sitting in the Dot, having a conversation with Jimmy. He was sulking about Quinn leaving. He was lost, confused and didn't know what to do…

"Have you guys, ya know, ever done 'It'?" Jimmy asked with a sly grin

Craig didn't know what to say. They had basically spent the last two weeks doing 'it'

"Um yeah, tons of times…"

"You haven't had you?"

"Jimmy, of course we have. I mean, like the whole last two weeks. Every night"

"Do you love her?"

Craig sipped his vanilla cappuccino. "Well, yeah. I do"

"Do you miss her?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?"

"Are you depressed about it?"

"Well…yeah. I am. Why are you asking this?"

"Well, as your friend, I think you should buy a ticket, go there, and surprise her"

"What are you talking about?"

"You know what. If you love her, you can't let her go"

"What?"

"Only as your friend man, only as your friend…"

Craig took another sip of his cappuccino, and thought about Quinn.

Back on the plane…

Quinn awoke to feeling of someone poking her. It was Cody.

"What do you want?" she said as she was rubbing her eyes.

"I want you"

"Then why did you wake me up, let me go back to sleep"

He ruffled through his shaggy hair. "Do you know who the first prime minister of Canada was?"

"Didn't you learn that in grade four, god, leave me alone…" she said as she curled up.

"You may of, but I'm not from Canada…"

"Well, that's not problem, now is it" she said with a yawn

"Whatever. You know, you're a real bitch"

"And you know, there are two four year olds sitting behind us"

"Yeah. Okay"

Quinn drifted off once again…

"You're flight is now over, please remember to pick up after yourselves. Thank you for riding with International. Have a nice" the cheery voice said as it came over the intercom

Quinn awoke slowly. The flight was now over. Her mom said that her dad was supposed to pick her up. She figured that she would have to wait at least an hour for him to pick her up. Whatever she thought.

She walked down the stairs from the plane. The entrance way to the airport was about 100 feet away. The air was starting to feel heavy on her, like it was enclosing on her body. The humidity levels were devastating. The sun was shining through the creases of clouds. It smelled like diesel fuels and smog. So much different than home…

Quinn entered the airport. There were so many different people around here. They sounded different, and had a weird accent. She was getting so many weird looks walking through the airport.

Reluctantly, she found, the luggage center. Her bag, of course on her back, she picked up her suitcase. It was very bohemian/hippy, and she loved it. She had found it at one of Toronto's many vintage shop's two years ago.

The airport was decorated poorly. The floors were a hard, gray tile and the walls a milky white. There were huge unattractive windows on the main floor. And Americans wondered why they got such a bad reputation, she thought.

Quinn decided that it was best if that she went out the west exit instead of the north. The north was swarmed with tons of people who didn't look all that friendly. She walked bravely towards the door. She seen Cody and gladly passed him with out exchanging words. Someone passed her who she could have sworn was Craig, but that was my imagination, she thought.

She exited the doors, and once again entered the steamy smog. She stood upon her tippy-toes, trying to locate her father, but she couldn't see him. Someone stood right next and just started talking to themselves. She ignored her. So far, her impression of the states wasn't that entirely great, first the air, the temperatures, and now the people. Don't judge, they're all not like that.

"Quinn! Quinn! Over here! Quinn!" she heard her father's voice coming from somewhere, but she couldn't see him. She had seen someone waving their hands in the front of the crowd. She figured that was him.

She maneuvered her way the crowd and met up with her father. There was Alysia, standing next to him, their car parked on the sidewalk.

"Welcome to California hon!" her father said a little too excitedly as he hugged her from the side.

"It's more like welcome to hell" She meant that with all of heart. She had said with an attitude and she was glad

Welcome to hell Quinn Jacobson, Welcome to hell…